Boys In My Front Room:The First Sounds (2009)

I listened so coy 
A smile combed ever so softly 
Across my face
Could you tell 
I wanted to tap out the beats
Too shy to try and steal your thunder
Out done, out classed, speechless
As the words stole my heart away
In this room 
Sat proudly on cushions
Upon couches
Where muscians were born
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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